poem submission by mj lemon

[mj lemon]

Good Morning,

Here is my poem entry. This work is completely original. It has never been published, nor has any portion ever seen publication.

Thanks,

Mark

Summer Summits

 

 

I remember being told that school was out so we children

could be with parents at harvest time

 

but I never could find a potato in the yard in early July

the corn was just starting to grow nearly waist high

 

It was a time for running into things and walls

slowing down or stopping couldn't be helped

 

watching as others went about life the lazy mornings

bleeding into stale afternoons before expiring in staid nights

 

In the heat imprisoned by the air waking up

induced thoughts of hell and ignited desires of escape

 

The seaside waited to trap your resolve while mountains dared your

courage to evolve you might reach a summit

 

and then you could believe yourself at the Acropolis where the limits

of more than failing knees and spines found their greatest tests

 

What you couldn't do the props could

When inner faith melted away the inner tube, surfboard

the racing cycle, the crampons paved the way

 

With so much to do time seemed to race

never enough around to accept a comfortable pace

 

So wanting to move and breathing through cement occupied the mind

and yielded the restraints until

 

I remembered the voices as fluid as lemonade

as sweet as the snapdragon scent carrying a note of danger

 

Hurry Hurry Hurry

see the bearded lady the frogman, the man who eats fire

and so like the ten in one or Zampano

 

the potatoes are fries the corn on the cob

Summer arrives with fanfare and promise